I am, in fact, deeply grateful for e-mail. It allows me to be in ready contact with colleagues both in this country and abroad, and to pursue opportunities I would otherwise never be able to. But then there are days like today. My e-mail has been increasingly difficult to keep up with for the last year or so. But just before supper this evening, I looked at how many e-mails I had written and sent today. The total: exactly 100. By now, of course, it's a bit more than that. I spent much of the day trying to reschedule a student trip to Germany that was canceled due to the coronavirus crisis. We were going to travel over Easter; now we will try it next fall instead. Probably about half of the e-mails were related to that. I don't even want to know how many words I wrote today. If they were a book.... Now it's back to real work, reading the first half of Goethe's Sorrows of Young Werther so that I can put together a mini-l...
Random Musings on Culture, Morality, and Politics, from a college emptied of its students